780 Existence rating (1/2)

That individual was the café's manager.

He was an apparently ordinary middle-aged man who had a slightly dark appearance and evident dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep.

In Riho's mental minimap, his ”existence rating” was so high that it reached a value of 2.3 points.

This so-called ”existence rating” was a term that Riho coined herself. It was a measurement of how strongly each individual appeared on her mental minimap.

The existence rating would change depending on the individual and how far away that person was from her. The same person who was farther or closer to her would thus have lower or higher existence rating, respectively. And, different people who were the same distance from her would also have different existence rating.

When Isamu stood five meters away from Riho, that gave Isamu an existence rating of 1, which Riho used as a standard for people who were spiritual ability users or had something special about them. Meanwhile, this store manager's existence rating was a whopping 2.3, far stronger than Isamu's rating!

Meanwhile, all ordinary people that Riho sensed who likely had no special powers all had existence ratings of under 0.5 points.

Those who had existence ratings of over 0.5 points in her system typically had poor complexions and appeared to be in bad condition. However, there were also exceptions.

Very few people so far had exceeded 2 points in her mental minimap existence rating. This manager was the only one they'd found so far who remained in a fixed location due to his job.

That was why Riho and Isamu came here to this café to pay close attention to his condition.

”His existence rating is increasing right now,” Riho said as she watched the manager. ”He's now a 2.5… no, he's now a 2.6, and the number is still increasing.”

”It doesn't seem like anything is changing about him…” Isamu was unable to tell any difference. As far as he could see, the manager appeared exactly the same as the first time Isamu had seen him.

”That would be for the best, but I highly doubt that's the case,” Riho stated calmly.

”You think that he's going to transform into a monster?”

”Yes.”

”…Then should we talk to him about it?”

”What exactly would you say?”

”Ask him how he's feeling… something like that.”

”How would you react if a stranger suddenly asked you how you're feeling?”

”I know that it would sound suspicious, but you're already sensing that he might transform into a monster. I don't think we should just sit by and watch that happen,” Isamu told Riho.

Riho fell silent for a moment.

”You're right,” she agreed. ”Go and ask him.”

”You want me to go?”

'Who else?' The girl looked at Isamu with such an expression.

Riho blinked in surprise and blushed as she averted her gaze.

”You go.” She then picked up her teacup and sipped on some tea, acting like she couldn't be bothered.

Seeing her like this, Isamu looked at the manager again and worked up his courage to walk over.

But just at this exact moment, two customers, a man and a woman, walked into the café.

Both of them were wearing black jackets and black pants along with sunglasses. However, it didn't seem like they were a couple wearing matching outfits, but rather that they were wearing uniforms.

The man was tall and stocky with short blonde hair. He was holding a black cell phone in his hand. The woman was tall and slender, with a figure like a model's. Her scarlet hair was tied up in a ponytail.

After the two entered the café, the black-clad woman looked all around the café, while the black-clad man held up his cell phone. It seemed that he was currently filming.

Isamu couldn't help but stop in his tracks when he saw these two black-clad individuals who were clearly behaving in an abnormal manner. Riho also noticed these two people.

A server greeted them, but the woman indicated that they didn't need anything. At this moment, the black-clad man stopped and pointed with his cell phone facing the manager.

”He's the one…” The black-clad man showed his cell phone screen to his companion.

He then put away his cell phone and slowly walked towards the manager.

The manager seemed to sense something as his expression became tense.

The black-clad woman put her hand inside her jacket, seeming like she was holding onto something. She had a vigilant expression.